Morning Hear Dao, Evening Can Die!

"You are He Heng," Chen Aiyang said indifferently, looking at He Heng under the gaze of countless eyes. "I've heard of you from Wang Chao. They say your fists have the greatest potential to be number one in the world." His expression was very calm.

"What? Wang Chao said he might be number one in the world? Who is this He Heng?" The crowd erupted in a clamor, as if in shock.

Who was Wang Chao? He was Southeast Asia's strongest martial artist, widely recognized as number one in the world.

And yet, such a person claimed that this unknown junior before him had the greatest potential to be number one in the world!

For a moment, the many famous martial artists present were stunned, a flicker of excitement arising. They had initially thought this martial arts convention would be without suspense, a destined showdown between God and Wang Chao. But now, with the emergence of He Heng, the variables had increased.

"Is Chen Aiyang not talking nonsense?" The crowd buzzed with discussion, their eyes turning to Wang Chao, who sat high on the stage. Wang Chao had remained silent since He Heng appeared, a silence that many interpreted as tacit agreement.

"This is going to be interesting. If that's the case, Chen Aiyang is likely in grave danger." "No, since he dared to go up, it means he must have some confidence." Many people whispered amongst themselves.

On the stage, He Heng paid no mind to their words, coldly watching Chen Aiyang. "Since you know me, why do you still come on stage? I won't hold back today."

"Practicing martial arts is like rowing upstream; not advancing is retreating. Without sparring with someone like you, I won't be able to advance further. Besides, killing me isn't that easy," Chen Aiyang replied calmly.

"Fine, I'll satisfy you." He Heng glanced at Chen Aiyang with a hint of admiration. This man's temperament was indeed good, but his luck was poor.

In the original Dragon Snake story, he met God at this martial arts convention. He didn't back down and was killed by the opponent. This time, he met He Heng again. If it were any other time, He Heng might have let him go, but not today.

This time was He Heng's opportunity to break through the Human Law Realm. He had waited a long time for this day. At such a moment, whoever dared to stand in his way, no matter who they were, even his own father, He Heng would still kill them!

He gave Chen Aiyang a cold glance, his blood and qi boiling as if a great river was surging, the tide roaring. Even an ordinary person could hear the sound of his blood circulating, his aura expanding boundlessly.

In a flash, He Heng struck. He unleashed his full power from the start, a killing move. He wielded the Great Dao Formless Fist, carrying the image of heaven and earth splitting open, deriving earth, water, fire, and wind, instantly enveloping Chen Aiyang.

The moment He Heng gathered his strength, Chen Aiyang felt an invisible pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami roaring, crushing him. The invisible pressure was extremely clear in his mind. Looking at He Heng, who was the same height as him, Chen Aiyang felt like a small dwarf facing a two-meter-tall, strong, tower-like giant.

This feeling gave rise to an emotion of utter powerlessness within him.

"This is the feeling I want! Only by facing this pressure can I unleash my full potential and break through the final barrier of the martial dao." Chen Aiyang's eyes were calm, a hint of joy suddenly welling up. The instant He Heng attacked, he also moved.

Swish!

He suddenly bent his back, his heart retracted, and with a step back, he executed a great spin. With a move called "Flying Swallow Returns to Nest," he actually dodged the attack.

Chich!

Two sounds, like tearing silk, followed in succession.

Chen Aiyang's upper garment was as if cut by scissors, strips of cloth flying. At the same time, a clear fist imprint appeared on his chest, with fingerprints all over it.

This was imprinted by the fierce wind of He Heng's fist force.

Although Chen Aiyang had dodged this blow, he was only an inch and a half away. Within that inch and a half, the fierce fist wind struck his chest, tearing his clothes and leaving deep fingerprints.

However, Chen Aiyang was, after all, a Core Strength master. Mere fist wind wouldn't injure him.

Taking a breath, the fist imprint on his chest disappeared with the vigorous circulation of his blood and qi.

In just one exchange, He Heng displayed his power, his unstoppable, fierce strength.

After one move, Chen Aiyang, the renowned master from Southeast Asia, was almost hit by the fist force, his clothes torn by the sharp wind, and his skin bearing clear palm marks. Although the palm marks disappeared within a breath due to the circulation of blood and qi, such an attack was enough to show one thing: his life was like a flickering lamp in a gale, ready to be extinguished at any moment under He Heng's fists.

To true masters, this already meant Chen Aiyang was sentenced to death. The gap between them was too vast; Chen Aiyang had no hope of winning.

"Is a Core Embracing fist master going to wither away like this?" Whether it was Yan Yuanyi, Liu Mubai, Zhu Hongzhi, Feng Cai, or others, they all sighed for Chen Aiyang. His strength was not bad, but he had encountered an unbeatable opponent. While they lamented for him, they also remembered the name He Heng, a powerhouse who could rival, or even surpass, Wang Chao and God.

However, as they sighed, both He Heng and Chen Aiyang entered a deep and profound state.

After dodging He Heng's killing move with the "Flying Swallow Returns to Nest" evasive maneuver, Chen Aiyang took a deep breath, his mind completely calm. Then, a state of meditative tranquility descended. After this tranquility, a feeling of great peace suddenly arose in Chen Aiyang's heart.

In this moment of mental transformation, Chen Aiyang seemed to grasp the mindset of everyone in the audience, and their speculative thoughts about his impending death.

Except for Wang Chao, God, Ba Liming, and Tang Zichen.

"Only when one is settled can one be tranquil, and only when one is tranquil can one be at peace," He Heng's voice rang out leisurely again. "Chen Aiyang, you are good. You actually entered a state of great peace during the exchange. It seems I'll have to put in more effort."

Saying this, He Heng moved again. He lunged fiercely at Chen Aiyang, his speed exceeding the limits of the naked eye, leaving a trail of afterimages – it was surpassingly fast!

His foot lightly tapped the ground, and he leaped up. In mid-air, he extended a simple fist and pierced through the air.

Chen Aiyang stepped back, his "Well Rail" posture sinking downwards. At this moment, his mind was in a state of great peace. He knew He Heng's power was immense, and he was no match for it, but he had his own method of using the opponent's force against them.

His whole body trembled, his mind activated, and the force reached his arm. Boom! With a sound, Chen Aiyang's arm suddenly pushed outwards. His originally square "Well Rail" arm suddenly became round, his double arms and elbows like embracing a large ball. With a push and a bulge, it was filled with immense elasticity and resilience.

The moment He Heng touched his rounded arm, he was sent flying out five or six meters, skidding on the ground.

Of course, it wasn't He Heng who flew, but Chen Aiyang himself.

Chen Aiyang's square "Well Rail Style" had become round, and his entire body seemed to have turned into a highly elastic rubber ball. With the slightest application of force, he would bounce far away. Thus, the moment he came into contact with He Heng's unparalleled force, he was quickly bounced away.

"Hmm? Good, not bad, Tai Chi Round Punch."

He Heng's heart stirred, and it seemed to be somewhat beyond his expectation. Just as he struck Chen Aiyang's arm with a reverse winding and twisting move, he suddenly felt like he had hit a rubber ball. Chen Aiyang's entire skin and body seemed to be filled with qi, a sphere a hundred times tougher than a rubber ball. No matter how violently it was struck, it would only bounce away. The greater the force, the farther and more violently it bounced, without bursting.

This was one of the most miraculous and secret "Round Punch" techniques in Tai Chi Fist. It completely transformed the rigid force within Tai Chi Fist, as if "hundred-refined steel became softness around the fingers." Without a master of extremely high martial arts attainment, such a skillful and harmonious force could not be displayed. However, this force transformed the rigid vibration in Tai Chi into softness, lacking offensive power but capable of remaining invincible.

He Heng moved his steps, closing in, and launched another fierce attack. This battle was still within his control. He consistently controlled the rhythm of the fight, maintaining the upper hand. Chen Aiyang had no chance to counterattack and could only passively endure his blows.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang... In three seconds, a series of sounds like hitting a giant rubber ball erupted. He Heng had exchanged dozens of moves with Chen Aiyang.

Each of He Heng's strikes was taken head-on by Chen Aiyang, who was then bounced away. He Heng would then pursue like a shadow, strike again, and be bounced away again.

Although the ball had good elasticity, if the force exceeded its limit of endurance, it would still burst. He Heng's full power was unimaginably terrifying.

Finally, about ten seconds after the battle began, He Heng's finger landed on the Baihui acupoint above Chen Aiyang's head.

In this world without Spiritual Qi, the battles of Martial Dao Experts rely entirely on the explosive power of their bodies. Therefore, battles are always concluded in an instant, unlike in some high-martial worlds where great wars might last for days and nights.

The Baihui Acupoint at the center of the head is where a hundred gods converge. A slight touch there means death. With He Heng's power, Chen Aiyang's outcome was predictable.

However, Chen Aiyang did not fall. His expression remained calm and composed. Instead, he stood, slowly raised his head, and retracted his hand.

He Heng also watched him calmly. As their eyes met, Chen Aiyang suddenly sat down, crossed his legs, placed his hands flat on his knees, his expression carefree. With a slight smile, he closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, his breathing, heartbeat, pulse, blood circulation, all his life force, ceased.

To hear the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening!